Ronovan writes #Decima poem prompt #14

High in the tree I spied a bird

his feathers ruffled in the breeze

but on the branch he perched with ease

his bold attempts seemed quite absurd

in the wind his song to be heard

no other birds heard I that day

I could only surmise that they

had bowed their heads to Nature’s roar

returning to the fields once more

continuing with their bird like chores.